Yesterday morning I was going on a hike with my husband and several other hikers. We were just in the beginning of the hike and were nearing the top of a steep hill, walking up several slabs of granite, when I apparently lost consciousness. I say ‘‘apparently’’ because I didn’t realize at first that I had lost consciousness.
According to my husband I just collapsed onto one of the stairs, my eyes rolled to the side and I was completely unresponsive, staring vacantly for several terrifying seconds. Thank god he just happened to see me go down, because he and the trail guide both caught me and brought me down easy. I also started shaking, I guess.
What I remember is I was walking up a hill and the next second I was sitting on a slab of granite with everyone looking at me, and I had no idea where I was or what was going on, but I was terrified because I knew something was wrong, I was dizzy and weak and confused. Somehow, deep in my psyche, I knew who Sr. Olives was, but I couldn’t have told you his name. I remember panic, and telling him I didn’t know what was happening and I was scared, and he very calmly told me I would be fine. I know now his calmness was real because he was so damn relieved that I was awake again.
I felt bad for holding up the group and kept trying to get up to show them I could carry on (again, had no idea I had lost consciousness, and was completely confused.) They wouldn’t let me get up and one of the lady hikers stayed with me asking me banal questions until the rescue crew got there. With assistance I was able to walk the short distance back to the start of the trail where I was loaded into an ambulance and carried away.
So everyone’s first thought was seizure. They took me to acute care first, and then when it was clear I was okay, they transferred me to the Rapid Diagnostic Unit. I got a CAT, an MRI, an ultrasound on the arteries in my throat, and an EEG with 25 electrodes on my head. I didn’t get to eat for 15 hours. Once we learned we were staying in RDU overnight, my friends came and brought us sandwiches and fresh fruit and our Kindles. Oh god, hospitals are so boring. My poor husband had to sleep on the floor next to my hospital bed.
So far everything has come up negative except the echo-cardiogram, the results of which I find out tomorrow. They told me early on they didn’t expect to find a cause, but they wanted to rule out all the serious stuff.
So the official diagnosis is syncope, which means sudden rapid loss of consciousness. The lame conclusion is that I fainted. Never fainted before in my life, and I’m damned lucky I had support when I fell. As far as I can tell my only injuries are a bruised arm and a bitten tongue.
I’m home from the hospital now, after over 24 hours in RDU. I’m taking a sick day tomorrow. I’m absolutely freakin’ exhausted.
How was *your *weekend?